This last 3 months have been tough for me personally. I wish I could pretend it hasn’t been. It’s not that I haven’t had my great moments; it’s just that Rachel and I have been pushed to our emotional limits. In ep18 as I exploring this concept and rant about my personal challenges, I realized something… I have no right to complain about anything. Really, I have my own podcast and I’m throwing a pity party? There are people who are sleeping under awnings in downtown Portland and I’m mad because I didn’t get a break today. Wow! If the only thing I have to worry about is the fact I might not make enough votes to make the top ten of the world’s stupidest online contest, my life is grand and I should simply shut my pissy little baby mouth. There is a defining moment in this episode when I realize this and I couldn’t be happier it happened. It opened my eyes and humbled me.
In this episode I discuss:
- I’m more ashamed I entered this online contest than anything I’ve ever done.
- A chicken Fried Steak Workout
- They call it “The Cancer Tower”
- Craig’s list baby crib debacle
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